Collection of Uncollected Thoughts

After a fiercely rough day plagued by some serious panic/anxiety, I finally feel ok. Heavily medicated, but definately better. I hate days like this because not only are they incredibly uncomfortable, I also lose a day. Not that my days are all that busy right now, I'm sort of waiting for these appointments I have coming up over the next several weeks. Too bad the most important one is not until October 6th. Im'm ready for Septmenber to end so I can get my mind in some sort of order. It is nice to know most people are medicated, and the lucky ones have a regime that works.

I've been spending a fair amount of time at the co-op and I'm not minding it too much. The guys who live there are pretty cool for the most part. Plus Colin's room is SLOWLY coming together, but now we at least have a private place to sleep and hang out. And, upon closer inspection, its not quite as dirty as I had originally thought. Although I think it was probably good I missed the plumbing "disaster" that occured just days ago. Also, some props for Colin's brother, who is not, as some have been thinking for quite some time, asexual. In fact I think something about that Beal house makes people horny. Well at least thats been my experience so far. Things seem to be progressing in a much more functional fashion than over the summer, in so many aspects of my life.

I'm also in the market for a job, although, I'm pretty sure I can use my connections (Haha, lets be honest, my Dad) and get some office employment. One step closer to 2900 Place.

Colin is still being such a humanitarian, and keeping in touch with the mother and daughter he helped out the other day. I've found out from my Dad the best way to get Medicaid (No its not just for grandma and grandpa like many think) set up for the family. The family, which, the as the daughter just found out, will be increasing by 1 in about 8 months. As backwards as it sounds this now makes her the "right" kind of poor person, and she will be elidgable for full medical coverage. The "wrong" kind of poor person, would be, for example, an able bodied 30 year old man who could be employed but is not. Its a flawed system, as anyone who is trying to revamp the program, but theres not enough money, and too many poor people. In any case, this family is now elidgable, and provided for.

I'm praying that both my parents leave this weekend because I want to have a drink, cook, and watch a movie or two, and I'd like to have some people over to catch up.

On another note, I'm going shopping tomorrow and dropping cash. I'm thinking jeans, shoes/boots, and some shirts too. Yay! I've missed shopping quite alot, but now I can walk (well I'm thinking its ok, and the brace broke, it now has protruding metal edges- painful). And if I can walk that means I can go out, I'm hoping to get to the OC with Meghan within a week or so. I miss that place.

I also feel like making a list of things I would hate to live without, so here it goes:

Target, The Mall, Colin, My friends, Milo, skim milk, nice vodka, naps, sleeping in, sex, highlights, the internet, cheddar chex mix, chick movies, parliments, cuddling, Gracie, Marley's getting there, my phone, a camera, my Jeep, My family, turtlenecks, books that don't suck, my necklace, my skinny mirror, those of you who have looked in it rave about it, color, my opinions, showers, the hope of getting my own place next semester. There are so many more, but I just wanted to name a few.

I could live with out:
George W Bush, conservative influence in my life, pro-lifers- my body my choice, not being able to say no to a Burger King crossanwich, that nasty fast food place down south that sells miniature food and makes me throw up, the dents in my Jeep, most foods, preconcieved notions of what sucess is or the right way to live ones life, tofu, fat on meat, tapered leg pants, wet seal, sheets that don't properly fit a bed, and pennies.